Rich@memory

Rich @ memory

A tiny space for you and me
under the banyan tree shade,
worrying signs of dark clouds,
of tropes and short teases
of love, folly and silliness
valueless to others but
rich in memory;
the life of our heart- aging,
never to look away, face it,
that era was so comforting
putting everything together-
that time plane was indulging,
that doesn’t generally translate now
into the cyclic motion of anguish and loss.